The dreams of our For fathers (Empire: Earth only)

[Gran Colombiana]

A great storm was building up over Maracaibo. The dark clouds were truning uglier by the minute and people everwhere were scattering to get inside. Among them walked Pedro de la Buegos, a minister of internal affairs within the Virrienato de la Nuevo Granada. He enters a building to his left and after giving a slight nod to the bored looking woman at the desk, he begins to make his way up a long flight of stairs. As he does he begins to contemplate what he is about to start, the bloodshed and hatred that will follow soon, all for a dream.

When he enters the room he finds it full with his fellow conspirters. All of them a sitting around a fire. He walks up in fron of it and begins to talk
''Freinds, Brothers, Comrades. we have all come here today becuase we all share a common dream. To rid this land of the Tyrrany of Spain, and to bring ourselves to a rightful place on the worlds stage, and perhaps beyond. Each of here holds an importat role to help achiev this gloroius dream''

He pauses to look at them each

''Carlos Cardiga, our task master to keep the troops proper and fit'' As well as a savage dog''Emilio Sanguardo, our commander and strategist'' A boaster and thick headed'' Micheal O'conners, our source of income A dreamer Leon Marnigo, our informat'' spiteful snob and Ricardo Figueres, our Propaganda and foriegn representitive The only man here I like.

''For some of you who are still not so sure on the strategy'' Pedro continued, looking at Micheal ''This will not be the glorious fight of the past. We do not have the recouces or men for a straight up fight, and the Spanish don't have Napolean to distract them this time. This will mostly be a gurella, harrassing and striking the Spaniards when they don't expect it, untill they have had enough and left.''

''As for a first strike'' He paused and a map of New Granada flared up on the wall ''It will be the small supply base of Bovelos, something small that the Spaniards won't have highly stationed. Once we sieze it, the Declaration for the Confederation of Gran Colombia will be formally made.''

[Angelaben]

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[Azaranthia]

Bogotá, Colombia
Virreinato de la Nueva Granada
Governor's Villa

*****

The Governor of Nueva Granada, Javier Augusto Montes, sat in his lush officer in the city of Bogotá, the capital of the Virreinato de le Nueva Granada. He gazed about him, as if to reassure himself that what he was seeing was real. He had been a resistance fighter all of his life, ever since his father was executed for hitting a Spanish soldier who tried to steal from their house and acted like it was his right. The governor of the time had him shot as an example and this left an impression on Javier, who joined up with the nearest resistance group as soon as he was out of school. They made strikes here and there, keeping the Spanish garrison on their toes, and ravaging them when they made their futile punitive expeditions into the country. So he was shocked that when King Rodrigo Damacio came into power, that their group was invited to a meeting with the King himself. Suspicious of such a meeting, they were asked to send a representative to Madrid to discuss the many issues the colonies had raised with Spanish rule. After several weeks, they had returned, eager with news.

The King had decided a new system was in order; he was firm in Spain's rights to her colonies, but he understood the old Spanish ways of governing were simply inhumane. He set forth that the colonies would elect their own governors, from their own people, and he would appoint an Overseer that they would report to. This was to ensure things ran smoothly and if any problems or requests came up, they could have the Overseer forward them to the King. The groups agreed to this deal, as having their own governors was not only a victory for them, but allowed them to raise their own colonial regiments, build their internal infrastructures and have more control over their nation. Javier was selected in the election due to being the leader of the resistance group in Granada by this time, and he won with no problems. He then settled into his job and quickly realized being governor was not easy; he had a lot of problems that required solving and limited resources to do so. Things from bandits, to corrupt plantations, to slum cities, and more. Thankfully, he had the ear of the King, who was willing to help in any way he could aside from financial; Javier learned quickly that the Empire was a bit strapped for cash and while loans were incoming from their allies in the Cytherean Alliance, they didn't want to incur more debt than they needed to. Javier was able to call upon the Ejercito de Granada (Army of Granada), aka the 5th Army, to deal with the bandits, and other problems. It helped to keep things peaceful and the colonists, finally having a government willing to treat them like people and having more control over their own nation, began to settle down and focus on living their lives.

His gaze returned to the figure in front of him, the Overseer Fuego Ardinez; the man who maintained the Virreinato's connection to the greater Empire. Shaking himself, Javier smiled apologetically and spoke. "My apologies, Senor Ardinez, a momentary distraction." The man waved a hand.

"Don't worry yourself, Governor. No man can maintain complete focus all the time. As I was saying, we've been getting increased reports of bandits and other seditious groups moving within Granada. The King is worried that mayhap some groups in the Virreinato have not accepted the deal or gotten the message His Majesty and your brethren have worked so hard to spread. It may just be another wave of banditry in light of the economic difficulties, but one can never be too careful with this. I assume you have spoken to Minister Buegos about this?"

Javier nodded; the man was a good, hard-working man who did his job well. It had been him that aided him in furthering the construction of roads and schools in the colony to improve transportation and education for the population. "I have, and he assures me that this is more of the same and that our own forces can handle it." Fuego frowned slightly and nodded.

"We'll just have to see, I guess. The King advises you to keep an eye on this; he has told the 5th to go on high alert and being patrols. He also recommends, although this is to your discretion, to start calling up the colonial regiments. If we are to nip this in the bud, as we have done so before, we need to get everything prepared."

Javier nodded. "I will see what I can do; the people will want to prevent any long-term fighting but calling up any large numbers of soldiers will bring resistance."

The Overseer nodded. "I know. If you should require aid of any kind, let me know and I shall do my best to see the King hears of it."

Javier smiled and stood up, an action mirrored by Ardinez. Both shook hands and the Overseer left the office. As he did so, a shadow detached from the wall as a small man in dark clothing moved to the desk. Javier's face hardened as he gazed at the man.

"You know what to do, of course?"

The man nodded. "I was briefed before the meeting."

"Good. Do what must be done for Colombia."

With that last order, the man nodded and melted into the shadows. Even as he strained his eyes, Javier couldn't make him out and determine how he left. It always disturbed him what the man could do in the area of stealth. Sitting heavily in his desk, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a glass. Change was coming to Colombia and he only hoped he could ensure he brought his people a bright future.

[Gran Colombiana]

supply depot Bovelos, Virreinato de la Nueva Granada

Carlos Cardiga crouched down behind a fern as he made himself comfortable, he would need a good vantage point if he was to see the upcoming battle. snatching the binoculars off his 'bodyguard'. He peered down at the Spanish defences. He smirked as he saw them, he had made assualts on on bases many times the size of this one with far less troops.

Looking down at a squad of rebels who making a very noisy attempt to move into position, he also knew that his men were trained proffesionals, the rebels definately weren't. Carlos had to admit that they were better than when he had first met them. Most of them had never seen combat before and he knew that without himself on the field there was a good chance that a few may break and run.

The man on the otherside of him seemd to be faring pretty badly in the jungle climate, as he made whining noises and constatntly slapped at himself to rid himself of mosquitos. The man was the last of Conspirators and was not present at the meeting in Maracaibo. His name was Diego Mariengo, an actor who was to be the face of this revolution, since everyone else could not be seen with the revolution or was a bad figurehead.

The plan of attack was simple enough, a supply vehicle was due to arrive at the front gate of the Depot soon. When it arrives, half of the rebel forces would then launch an attack, similar to the tactics the bandits use to attack such bases. As the guards at the front gate arrive to check that the vehicle is what they are waiting for. When it is approved the gates will open to let it in.Then the mines would be set off in the road, planted there by rebels Sympathisers in the local area. The rebles would then burst out in the confusion and attempt to gain entry. This would tie up most of the guards, who would think that they are being attacked by a large amount of bandits.

While this is happening, a second group would then scale the back wall (it is not a major depot, and most of the rebels are from the rural area's) and attack them in the back. If all goes well, it will be taken with minimum casualities and the rebles may even gain some more supplys.

It took a whole ten minutes for the convo to arrive, in which time Carlos thought about all the things that could go wrong, the mines go off to early or late, there are more guards then normal.

After what seemed an age, the convoy arrived. As predicted the guards went up to it to inspect it. After clearing it they order it through, gates opening. Thats when the mines went off. Carlos grinned,now the fun starts.

[Azaranthia]

Supply Depot Bovelos
3rd Company Outpost
Nueva Granada

Major Elena le Torres sat in her office in the dingy supply depot in northern Granada. Her 3rd Company was part of the Army of Granada that garrisoned and protected this area from attacks by other empires and also worked to keep banditry and smuggling down. Although they were only making progress thanks to aid from the locals recently due to the King's reforms. What he had passed and enacted did not please the higher ups in the military at all, after all he had to order a few to follow his commands and had moved them to Spain to keep an eye on them, the grunts did not care about that. They preferred the new system, as it meant an end to the fighting and allowed them to start winning over the locals, making their garrison duty less lively...and full of explosions. However, this had changed when two weeks ago, the General had sent down orders he had received from His Majesty concerning increased activity amongst the bandits. Reports from Intelligence indicated that some of the rebel groups might not be happy with the King's reforms, feeling they should be fully independent. They were not sure, but they were to be put on high alert and to begin patrols.

As such, the original 7th Platoon that had been protecting this place had been reinforced with the other platoons in 3rd Company, which was the most Command was willing to devote due to this being a minor supply depot. It was important but if it was lost, it would not manner overly much. So she sat in her office and finished paperwork for the transfer; she hated doing paperwork since she felt the bureaucrats just made paperwork for the military to do to try and put them in their place. She was interrupted when her comm buzzed. Without looking up, she pressed the activation button. "Yes?"

"Ma'am, the last vehicle of the supply convoy is about to arrive."

She put down her pen with a relieved sigh. It was good to have a distraction. "Thank you, Captain. I'll be right out." The comm clicked off and she got up, grabbing her cap as she exited the building into the depot proper. It was a very military set up; the supplies were kept in sealed container sheds, and it had a small barracks and the administration building that she had just exited. A few vehicles were kept in as well, some IFV's and transports. All around were the soldiers of 3rd Company, patrolling the walls, a few manning the only Maxim gun they had procured during the rebellions, as well as a few outside to keep an eye on the surrounding territory. A few patrols outside were risky as men were quickly lost in such engagements but it would give them advance warning should something happen. Elena made it to the gate, where those on gate duty saluted which she returned and then they waited as they heard the truck come to a stop outside. The outer guards met with the truck driver, who gave them a nervous smile for he was a local and was still uneasy around the Spanish.

He relaxed when they greeted him with a smile and asked a few questions about his cargo, which a few others went around to check, inspecting it for dangerous devices or bombs, or even smuggled goods. It proved to be clean and they motioned to the observer on the wall who then told the group Elena was with to open the gate. The gate proceeded to open and then hell broke loose as a series of explosions shook the road several feet behind the truck. Smoke and dirt filled the air and a series of yells filled the air. The Spanish troops froze for a second or two after the explosion, until their military training was kicked in by Torres' yell. “WE'RE UNDER ATTACK, POSITIONS!”

One of the gate guards turned to the driver, who was gibbering in fear and panic. “Hurry! Get inside, so we can close the gate!” The man feverishly nodded and slammed his foot on the pedal, causing the truck to kick as it shot into the complex. The guards moved into a defensive formation as they closed the gates and prepared for battle. The patrols themselves were busy walking through the forest when the attack came.

One of the men held up a fist and the patrol halted when they heard one dulled roar, and then another...and another...the NCO made a motion and they went into a defensive formation while he turned on his radio. “HQ, this is Fireteam Alpha, what's your situation?” The sounds of fire and shouting could be heard as a man replied from the other side.

“Mines went off as we investigated the last supply truck, and we've got bogeys pouring in from the forest. The Colonel wants you to link up with the other fireteams and come in from the rear. Between our defenses and your teams, they should break. It looks like some hastily trained guerillas.”

“Understood, HQ. Fireteam Alpha responding.”

The NCO nodded to the men and they all turned on their scanners to see the locations of the other fireteams and began to move quickly, but quietly, towards them.

At the outpost, the troops manned the walls, making sure to cover each wall, as the rebels and bandits had used overwhelming tactics before in the rebellions to overwhelm garrisons and forts. The Maxim gun was armed and ready, while the vehicles were being prepped to be used as support, should the complex be breached. The entire company mobilized; they were only a light infantry company due to the fact that standard tactics did not work in what was essentially guerrilla warfare. The 4th Army had discovered that, when they were cut to pieces in the forest and only made it back to Spanish controlled territory through sheer force of arms.

Snipers set up perches and began to pick off the oncoming attackers, as the Maxim gun began to fire in loud, puffing bursts, filling the air with lead in the front. Elena, having gone to the barracks, returned with her battle armor and kit, holding a revolver as she returned to the fight. She was joined by her XO, Ernesto Ortego. “Captain Ortego, sitrep.”

He nodded, wincing slightly as a soldier on the wall cried out as he was hit by a rebel bullet and fell off. “The distress signal has been sent but its going to be an hour before any help arrives.”

“Then we're on our own. You will command the front, Captain. I will see to the defense of our other walls. The rebel force we face is too scattered and lacking cohesion to be of any threat; they are going to try something to get in and battering down the gates isn't going to be it.”

He saluted. “Yes, Major. For His Majesty!”

She nodded. “Aye, for His Majesty.” Both raced off to their positions, as the troops began to unload, sniper and assault rifle fire into the oncoming rebel forces, with grenades thrown in here and there from a grenade launcher or a soldier who risked death to hurl it over the wall. The rebels would have a tough time cracking this shell, especially with the sensor array installed to track the movements of the rebel attacks. Elena moved into the gun nest on the rear wall as as she studied the forest surroundings.

”We give you everything your people have dreamed and yet you still want more. Greedy bastards, death is the only fate worth giving to you.”

[Gran Colombiana]

Supply Depot Bovelos, Virritinio de la Nueva Granada

It was probably one of the worst moments of his life, thought Fernando, sitting in that miserable jungle, just waiting for the attack to happen. What must have been minutes seemed to have dragged on for day as he knew that it brough him closer and closer to the battle ahead, why did he ever join?

Looking to his left he knew why, his friends Isabela and Miguel. Niehter of them seemed at all scared, Miguel was just blank, calmly chewing on a tooth pick and Isabela seemed to actually look forward to it. Occasionally one of them would turn and smile or give him a pat on the shoulder.

The convoy pulled up out of the jungle and made it's way through the road, passing thier positions, this made Fernando grip his assualt rifle even harder. It stopped in front of the Gate when the guards went to check it, that's when the mines went off. With a massive roar they detonated, spraying rock and dirt evrywhere. With a yell the rebels ran out form their hiding positions towards the gate ,Fernando going along by the sheer momentum.

raising his gun he fired a few rounds into the fornt part of the truck, before running and taking cover behind a destroyed tree. As he looked up he saw that they had managed to stun the guards for a split second, which is all some of them needed. The bullrushed the gate, letting all lose to any troops who stood in thier way. A few managed to make thier way into the compound, including Isabela. Fernando's heart fell at this, they would surely die.

For the rest of the rebels they went and took cover behind whatever they could find. Reloading his rifle, Fernando began to fire on the guards at the gate, if he didn't kill any he could at least keep thier heads down.

Draw thier fire, tie them up and make them come to you.

He began to here the cracks of a sniper rifle, a man right next to him had half his head blown off. Letting out a whimper of terror, He dropped to the gorund, with hands over his ears. By now the rebels had lost most of thier order and were either cowering or still fighting. His fears worsened when they brought out a maxim gun.

Above the fire he could hear his ''Sergeant'' yelling

''You useless bunch of stupid pig farmers! throw your Grenades at th Freaking gun, or do I have to do everything myself!

this roused them, everyone hated the sergeant, they weren't going to let him best them. Fernando pulled out his ''Grenade'' a can full of rocks and explosives and hurled it at the Maxims position. most of the ''Grenades'' were like that, some hit the gun, others the wall, others flopped in midair as the rebels who through them got gunned down, others blew up in the owners hand.

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Carlos swore from his hiding place when he saw the snipers open fire, tey would destroy the morale of the rebels, he was thankful the Sergeant had managed to rally a few of them. He then unslung his own custom sniper from his back, he never went to battle without it. telling his bodyguard where he was going he left before the guard could do something. He silently sprinted down a few metres, before raising his gun. Putting the crosshairs on the head of one of the snipers head and fired a silenced shot, before moving on to another position, silent as a ghost.

[Azaranthia]

Gunfire and screams were the order of the day as the battle for this little depot raged on. Tracers shot back and forth as the rebels tried to take out as many as they could while the Spanish troops were maintaining clear fields of fire to keep them pinned as they began to picking them off a couple guys at a time. Captain Ortego was in the courtyard, yelling at the soldiers to get them into their positions and get their vehicles set up.

"Captain, we have rebels in the depot!"

Ortego whirled around to see a group of three to four rebels putting down the last of the four guards that had closed the gate, having been taken by surprise by the rebels and had paid for it with their lives. Ortego gritted his teeth and made a chopping motion with his arm. The soldiers all took aim, with the IFV vehicle pointing its main gun at the small group. The rebels only had a moment to turn and raise their guns before they were lit up by dozens of rounds, completely ripping their bodies apart and leaving a mass of blood, organs, and gore all over the entrance.

"Move to your positions, and get that damned IFV up to the gate; we may need it incase they find some way to bring it down.

He heard a chorus of ayes as they ran to their positions and he moved up the stairs to the depot walls, taking cover in a gun tower, where another Maxim was firing out of. The NCO in command of that squad saluted him.

"Sir, we seem to have them pinned down; I have never see a less-organized group of rebels, sir, it's like they just threw them together a few hours ago and threw them at us."

A sniper shot rang out and one of the soldiers next to the tower took a bullet through the head and collapsed. Calls of sniper rang out and they began to seek more cover, trying to keep their heads down whilst looking for him. Right after that, another yelled. "Oh SHIT, IED'S COMING OVER THE WALL!"

Ortego and the squad scrambled for cover as cans filled with explosives and rocks came sailing over the wall. Only a few made it due to the throws, with some not even making two feet due to their former owners being cut down before they could finish the throw. A couple landed in the tower and exploded, causing a chorus of yells as they were bombarded with rocks. Smoke filled the tower as Ortego stood up and coughed, trying to get a bearing on the situation. The gunner was rolling on the ground, clutching his eyes as a can that hit the gun sent the rocks into his eyes when it exploded. He grabbed one of the other squad members.

"You, get that man to a medic. And you," He pointed at another. "Man that gun and put some fire down on those bastards who threw the damn things. We don't need anymore kindergarten explosives being thrown at us!"

"Yes sir." The gun began firing again, as another took position holding the ammo belt, and fire lanced amongst the Sergeant and his men, the Spanish redoubling their fire all across the depot in their anger.

Ortego could only hope the fireteams would arrive soon to flush out that sniper and crush these rebels before they lost anymore men.

While the Spanish garrison was holding off the attack, it was not without its price. Eight soldiers were wounded, and four killed. The doctor in charge of Medical was bustling around, trying to tend to the wounded as best he could. The rebels did not have very good weapons, so they were not fatal but they were still bad if he didn't treat them and the four bodies in the morgue attested to the fact that they still had killing power. He looked up when two soldiers brought in the former Maxim gunner. He finished the bandage on the man's face below him and rushed over. One of the soldiers looked up at him.

"He caught a barrage of rocks to his face from the IED's the rebels threw at us. We think they hit him in the eyes."

The man groaned and the Doctor saw him reach for his eyes. He motioned for the two soldiers to grab his arms and restrain him. He took one look and only years of experience prevented him from gagging. The man's eyes were a bloody, gooey mess, the rocks having shredded them to bits. This man, if he survived, would be blind for the rest of his life. He leaned back and yelled.

"Nurse, bring me the scanner!"

A young woman, looking to be just out of high school, rushed over and handed him the device. He activated it and inspected the man's head. He let out an internal sigh of relief at the results. The rocks had not had enough force to penetrate the man's brain, so he could just fix the man's wounds as best he could and get the rocks out, but that was the best he could do. He motioned and the Nurse grabbed a needle; the soldiers took the cue and exerted their collective strength to keep the man pinned as he inserted the needle into a vein, after cleaning the area, and pushed the plunger. The man tried to twist and turn in his agony and his cries filled the tent but they slowly died down as the drug took effect and he went into a deep slumber.

The doctor handed the needle over to the nurse to be disposed of and looked at the soldiers. "I will handle him, return to your posts." They nodded and rushed back out, into the hell of gunfire and blood that had descended upon this outpost. He wished them the best of luck; the rebels deserved every terrible wound they got for doing something like this. They had tried to come to an accord with their people and they rejected it and ruined men's lives like the man before him.


******

King Rodrigo was sitting in his throne, discussing an issue two of the companies in the Spanish heartland were having when a messenger rushed up and spoke. He turned to him, worried as to what could cause this interruption; he stated that he was not to be interrupted in his royal duties unless it was something vital and dire. The two men before him threw irritated glares at the messenger, wanting to continue their petty feud.

"Your Majesty, the Advisory Council begs your forgiveness but they insisted that you be informed of this." He handed over a communique and the King opened it, his eyes scanning. His eyes hardened and he nodded.

"Thank you for informing me of this. Dismissed." The messenger bowed and left, and the two CEO's looked at him with a mix of confusion and trepidation. "I am sorry, gentlemen, but a matter of urgency calls me away from this discussion. For now, enact the deal we agreed upon and file evidence of the other claims we could resolve and we shall continue this tomorrow."

The men were shocked but immediately became grateful, seeing the King was going to continue this the next day. This rarely happened, as he had a long list of appointments, but it was, unbeknownst to them, all part of Rodrigo's policy to show favor and equanimity to his subjects, be they civilians, business, or otherwise. They bowed and gathered up their papers as Rodrigo stood up and was quickly surrounded his by Royal Guard. He left the throne room, brow furrowed.

What possessed them to rebel? Did Javier rebel, unable to let go of his past? He was eager to help when they last spoke; perhaps this is a smaller movement, something that sprung up from within the nation itself...

[Gran Colombiana]

Supply depot Bovelos, Virritino de la Neava Granada

Fernando quite literally pissed himself when he heard a linear musket shot shoot right past his head, missing his ear by milimetres. Breathing a huge sigh of relief he nearly passed out, if it were nt for the grubby little man next to him, who kicked quite sharply in the ribs.

''Stop shitting yourself and start firing!''

Reluntantly he hoisted up his rifle and started firing. Since the 'Grenades' had been thrown the Spanish had begun to fight back with increased ferociaty, like a hive of wasps that had been shaken up. The rebels were slowly losing thier will to fight under the intense fire. He took aim and started firing at where a large group of men were hustling over. He used up a whole clip, trying to control the guns recoil. Then he heard a sniper crack, and saw a Spaniard topple over. This brought a cheer out of the rebels, the Spanish had a taste of thier own medicane. However while reloading, he stared around him, 3, 7, 11 dead men just at his tree, the battle was costly.

The sergeant darted across the field towards Fernando's tree and begaun to take cover.

''Fucking spaniards!''

He was then answered by a the rattle sound of a machine gun. The sargeant swore again and punched the gorund. It was getting desperate, time to pull out the big guns. He pulled out a small communication device and turned it on, he paused and shouted to everyone.

''Remember, Tie them up!''

He then spoke into it.

''Alright, bring out the Mortor''

The mortors was one of the most prized posessions of the rebel force. They were used in previous rebellions for the purpose of clearing out lightly defended positions, or clearing walls. Most of them were bought of rebel sympasithers by the government, but Pedro amanged to gain a few. Unfortunatley they were on a limeited supply of shells. They had 5 good shots, before they had to resort to homemade shells.....

With the news of the mortor the rebles began to lay down an impressive amount of fire, hopefully hitting something. Three men dashe out of the jungle, two holding the mortor, the other carrying amunition. As fat as they could they dashed for cover, a lucky bullet took out one mortor carrier.

With it positioned safely in cover, the team then began to adjust the mortor;s angle, every shot had to count. With a thunk, the shell was sent sailing over the rebles heads, as it smashed into the wall. This set out a massive cheer from the rebels.....untill another shot took out another man on the mortor. The sergeant let out a stream of curses before turning to Fernando.

''You! on the mortor! NOW!''

dropping his gun, pedro darted towards the mortor.
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Crack carlos lowered his rifle and slid down his tree. While he moved to his next hiding place he thought
By god this is fun! havn't done stuff like this in years

While creeping he stopped in mid action and listened, voices and movement. The patrols were looking for him. With his plan working, Carlos slid into the bushes, for a game of cat and mouse.

[Azaranthia]

Otrego knew something was wrong when the rebels suddenly began to put out a higher rate of fire then before. It wasn't that threatening, especially with their desperation making their aim even worse. However, this was quite clearly a form of suppressive fire, which meant they didn't want them firing at something. That something was soon revealed when a cry of "Mortar!" began to sound across the walls. Taking out his binoculars, he peeked over the wall and saw it being pulled out of the forest, the three men carrying it dashing for their spot in cover to bombard the fortress. Without skipping a beat, the Spanish snipers switched from picking off rebels to slaughtering the mortar crew.

As the three rebels ran for cover, the sniper bullets began to slash out from the walls toward them. One of them was hit, right in the throat, and went down clutching the gaping wound. However, this wasn't enough to stop the mortar from being deployed and once again, the Spanish garrison scrambled for cover as it fired and a shot slammed into the walls. The wall shook as a chunk was taken out of the wall, but it still stood, a testament to Spanish construction skill. Angry Spanish snipers took out another of the team, leaving only one to man it. Renewed Spanish barrages began to be fired, focusing primarily on the mortar, with some working on suppressing the remaining rebels. Grenades were even being thrown, a return of what had been done to them earlier but with proper ordinance. They were focused around the mortar, to keep men away from it and kill those near it.

Even if they managed to bring down the wall, the rebels were not looking to have much of a force left at this rate, and with an IFV at their disposal, they could repulse any attacks. Even the lone rebel sniper out there wasn't going to pose too much of a problem. They just had to wear them down, which the rebels were already showing signs of doing.

*****

The three other fireteams that were out on patrol had managed to get into contact and had been double-timing it to the depot. The sounds of gunfire and men's screams beckoned them to the fray. As they were moving, they caught sight of a disturbance in the forest that was not signature of the various animals in the forest. Another human was in this forest and judging from the looks of things, it was probably a rebel. Relaying this piece of news through hand signals to keep quiet, they chose to keep going towards the battle. They were almost there now, with just one last patch of jungle before the open area where the depot was located. It was also the prime spot for sniping, meaning that was where their lonely follower had been hiding out. They would flush him out eventually; he had to try and stop and delay them while they merely needed to get to the battle.

It was a waiting game and they had all the cards. The sniper only had the element of stealth and they had their own tricks to deal with that.

[Gran Colombiana]

Supply depot Bovelos, Virritino de la nova Grenada
Thump! a mortor shot flew right over the heads of the mortor team and.....past the wall. Fernando recieved a massive clip over the head.

''Idiot!, we don't have 6 million shots here!You better start making them count or I swear a certian Srg ain't going to be to happy.''

Fernando gulped, he didn't lie the sound of that. He briefly peeked his head of the cover to get a view of the depot. He couldn't stay for long however, the spaniards had started hurling greandes of there own down on the rebels as well targart the mortor. In spite of this Fernando smiled, say what ou want aout the rebels but the were certainly not cowards. Of course even braver has it's limits, he realised as a bullet smashed the tree, inches above his head.

Acting quicly he lowered the mortors angle slightly and the other gunner dropped down a shell. With a thunk it flew over there heads and landed with a bang. Fernando couldn't see the result but the rebels cheered anyway. Then again so would anone when you new you had a big gun in the face of a wall for of guns.
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Magella silently began to mae her way along with the rest of the dployed rebel force towards the back of the depot. Unlike there counterparts, these troops were better armed and better equiped. Some of the were veterans from other insurrections, others were just damn good at there job. Despite this, Magella was still proud of her less fortunate fellows, they may not have the training or equipment of proper a soldier, and yet they had still fought like lions. It was time to avenge them.

Reaching the back wall, her and two other rebels through over some hooks and methodically made there way up the wall. Upon reaching the top she scanned the scene. All she saw was one lone guard with his bac to them. He ended up with a slit throat. Nodding to her comrades, she checked her gun and moved forward. The battle was soon to end.